both doors and windows.  These shutters had been pulled off by the mob and the volleys fired through the glass doors.  The younger Mabrys, father, mother and child, were asleep in the first room at the time.  Hannah Mabry and her old husband were sleeping in the next room.  The old couple occupied the same bed, and it is miraculous that the old man did not share the fate of his spouse.

Officer Bitterwolf, who was one of the first on the scene, said that he was about a block and a half away with Officers Fordyce and Sweeney.  There were about twenty shots fired, and the trio raced to the cottage.  They saw twenty or thirty men running down Rousseau Street.  Chase was given and the crowd turned toward the river and scattered into several vacant lots in the neighborhood.

The volunteer police stationed at the Sixth Precinct had about five blocks to run before they arrived.  They also moved on the reports of the firing, and in a remarkably short time the square was surrounded, but no one could be taken.  As they ran to the scene they were assailed on every hand with vile epithets and the accusation of “Nigger lovers.”

Rousseau Street, where the cottage is situated, is a particularly dark spot, and no doubt the members of the mob were well acquainted with the neighborhood, for the officers said that they seemed to sink into the earth, so completely and quickly did they disappear after they had completed their work, which was complete with the firing of the volley.

  Hannah Mabry was taken to the Charity Hospital in the ambulance, where
  it was found on examination that she had been shot through the right
  lung, and that the wound was a particularly serious one.

Her old husband was found in the little wrecked home well nigh distracted with fear and grief.  It was he who informed the police that at the time of the assault the younger Mabrys occupied the front room.  As he ran about the little home as well as his feeble condition would permit he severely lacerated his feet on the glass broken from the windows and door.  He was escorted to the Sixth Precinct station, where he was properly cared for.  He could not realize why his little family had been so murderously attacked, and was inconsolable when his wife was driven off in the ambulance piteously moaning in her pain.

The search for the perpetrators of the outrage was thorough, but both police and armed force of citizens had only their own efforts to rely on.  The residents of the neighborhood were aroused by the firing, but they would give no help in the search and did not appear in the least concerned over the affair.  Groups were on almost every doorstep, and some of them even jeered in a quiet way at the men who were voluntarily attempting to capture the members of the mob.  Absolutely no information could be had from any of them, and the whole affair had the appearance of being the work of roughs who either lived in the vicinity, or their friends.

+DEATH OF CHARLES+